Chinx:What You See Lyrics

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Ayoo Salute to the StreetsWe do this for the mother fucking streetsAyoo Chinx, A pleasure my niggaSalute to you for blessing, the streets niggaThe TrapsSome music for some real niggasIt's that CR4 (Cocaine Riot 4)This shit right here foreverThis Shit legendaryAnd The DJ Scream said that nigga!

When you staring at a barrel of a nine millimeterWhat you see?Twenty pointers in the chainHow these niggas acting like they don't see?When you staring in the eyes of a young drug dealerWhat you see? (Tell Me what you see)From the projects to the television, nigga that's something you could seeNigga talking tunnel vision (green light)Nigga had a better visionDeath threats on a nigga life, well then, we gon' seeNigga talking tunnel visionNigga had a better visionDeath threats on a nigga life, well then, we gon' see

Coke Boy, A$APNever hit yah bitch without a LatexRun up on meDead pussy nigga, know I stay strappedNiggas know meTalking 'bout the bread, nigga take that (what)Youngest, O.GReal Trap nigga never fake that

Fuck a nigga talkin' we don't play thatAye Ferg tell em' how my money AsapThem niggas play it like a 8 trackChoppin' work up on the plateYeah I scrape thatHate to see a young nigga do itStacking up the money like I'm JewishUse to move the work up in the buickNow niggas spending money like I grew itBoyPull up in the mint two seaterNigga don't front look bitch you see itRoll up to the front all the hoes want inFuck a nigga bitch, kick her out, Who need her?Got the party jumping when the record hit the needleFans going crazy like I came with the BeetlesYoung nigga only hit the pussy if it's legalThe bread make the ends I'll be coming through the speaker

Fergy, ChinxyYou gon have to put this shit on repeatCoke Bwoy, A$APBitch get kinky in the Maybach (S-Sq-Sq-Squaad)All right Harlem, All my niggas that 'bout itI be Trap Lord andShit gone get lit when I finish recordingGod Damn I am awesome

Put you in the creek like DawsonYou blink I hit 'em with HarlemYou speak it, you sleep in the coffinYo momma I'm callingI'm giving out late abortionsYou know I'm not lyingI kill em, my flow is extortionNo feature, I'm muting your talkin' (talkin'), talking[?] Back to New York and[?] Passed me the torch andHe told me little nigga you scorchingYou spit like a goblinNever stop, keep the ball rollingI'm keeping it rollingThat's why my pockets is swollenAnd my momma eyes is so swollenMa please wipe yo eyesI'm busy hugging, consolingWe hardly can talk on the phoneBecause I'm on the riseI'm busy getting that dough andSo I can get her a new home andYeah she'll be surprised